Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, nor do I own any of its characters. It is an inspired work and more a sequel of the story.

Author's note: Hey readers. I've decided to sort of make the story into chapters. I'd put in the summary but it's all the same, so I won't bother. Seeing as this is my first ever story on fanfic, ignore the spelling mistakes etc. Hopefully, you all enjoyed the first chapter.

Morning shone upon Jack Sparrow's face, as he lie asleep in a bed, covered in blankets of maroon and orange. Some of the sheets had been kicked off and the pillows were all over the place. The room wasn't big and didn't have much space for anything apart from a bed, a chair, and a cupboard. It wasn't a hotel sweet but it was a soft bed to sleep on, unlike the little bunks that were on board the Black Pearl.

"Argh... blasted sunshine! Can't a captain have his sleep!?" Jack said frustratedly to himself, "I'll shoot the man who opened the windows".

"I opened them," said the same voice that was with him in the bar the night before.

"Oh hello love. You opened the windows, eh?" said Jack half asleep and half surprised anyone was listening to him.

It was Anamaria. Since the last time Jack saw her, she looked much better. She had her dark hair in a neat plait and her dark olive face was washed and clean. She had changed her clothes from the night before and with her washed face and body, made her look much more attractive. She wore the same hat as she always did which covered most of her face.

"Did we have...?" said Jack with a grin on his face. There was a short silence among the two, which was then broken by Jack's husky voice, "But you were great love."

"Sorry to get your hopes up, but nothing happened," said Anamaria matter-of- factly to him, bursting his bubble that he had built up over the night, "Get some clothes on, breakfast is downstairs for you".
"Where's my crew?... Where have they gone?! Anamaria?" Jack had headed downstairs to expect his crewmembers to be there awaiting his orders, but they had gone. "Anamaria? You know where they went. Where are they?" Jack yelled, getting agitated with her. Jack wasn't interested in food anymore, having broken the nice start to morning. Anamaria was the only one there in the bar that he recognised. Everyone else had vanished and gone. "Boy," Jack said to the bartender, "Where have the men from last night gone?"

"I ain't sure. Pro'ly gone 'ome to sleep wid' 'eir dames and missies, I reckon," replied the boy. He was a very skinny and tall fellow. He seemed oddly familiar and seemed very much a pirate. This man seemed to have put his pirating days aside. He had blonde hair and had a glass eye that rolled around in its socket every time he spoke.

"Who are you, boy?" Jack asked, suspecting he had met him before. The man, a bit uncomfortable, mumbled a few words but never answered. "You're Boson! Ay. You scallywag. Where's your filthy mate Pintel?" said Jack, remembering his face from his old crew whilst taking a bite of his breakfast, "Ha. Ha. Ha. How the hell did you get out of gaol? Keeping away from death, now that you're mortal? So, how IS life treatin' you?"

Jack almost forgetting about where his crew had gone, was about to stay and chat with his old crewmate but was jolted by Anamaria, signalling to leave, making Jack drop the rest of his sausage.

"We must go," said Anamaria eagerly yet almost warningly, "You've caused yourself a whole lot of trouble and we're all in it now."

"Again with this Anamaria?" whined Jack, "everyone on this island are pirates. No red blooded dog would go and tip the scouts [Norrington and his men]'bout me".

They left the Inn/pub and walked on silently towards the shack where Gibbs would normally lie with the pigs, but after a while, they got tired walking up the steep hills of Tortuga silently. "Say, Anamaria, you're a pretty Sheila. Why didn't we ever fancy each other?"

"Do you want something?" said Anamaria, suspecting Jack was up to his usual plans, trying to woo women into getting something, "If you want to bed me, think again. You didn't get to last night. What makes you think you will now?"

"No, I'm a sober dog now. Why not? Aren't I the lad you want, love?"

"You stole my boat! I'm boat less now. I joined your crew to get another boat, and when I got 'another' boat, it was destroyed trying to save you," yelled Anamaria annoyed about the whole fiasco and the sudden nitpicking, "But I'm going to stay as part of your crew, whether you like it or not, until I get my end's worth" and with that came a sort of face she did which meant 'and that's final'. Jack got the point.

They managed to get to Gibbs' shack in do time, and he was there as per usual sitting with the pigs, drinking from one of his rum bottles. He looked much better and a lot happier. His face was clean, his hair combed back and his beard groomed. Apart from the few straws in his hair and beard after rolling around with the pigs, he seemed decent enough to blend in as a law-abider.

That wasn't common on Tortuga. Finding a decent man in Tortuga was like finding a needle in a haystack. They were all thieves there; either sailors who were out looking for a good time, before having to leave the port the next day, or commoners and pirates who were on the run looking for a place to stay or trade goods. No matter what the reason, all men and women in Tortuga didn't have much respect for the Commodore and his men, or any other law-abiding folk.

"Ay, Jack, how's my boy?" said Gibbs, opening his arms and welcoming Jack to his shack, "Ready to go, are we?" spilling some rum from the bottle as he spoke.

"Ay. I see you've gone back to your old ways of living, before setting sail again. C'mon, get up off your shank. We're off. Get the other slackers off this cursed island too," demanded Jack.
The air was sweet and Elizabeth was at her father's house in the garden, visiting him as she did every so often. The birds were chirping in the trees and the maids were gathering all sorts of herbs and wild flowers. In their baskets, they carried beautiful daisies, tulips, lavender, rosemary, and other perfumed flowers. Elizabeth was sitting down in the outdoor set made from iron, smelling the lavender she had picked, and assorting the other flowers into pots. She was sipping her tea, waiting for her father to come outdoors from his meeting.

"My dear madam, how long since I've seen you!" exclaimed a maid that, when Elizabeth used to stay there, tidied her room and put away her dresses, etc. "Beggin' your pardon miss. I'm sorry for being so bold, I am. I shouldn' 'ta spoke out of whens I'd told not to."

"Oh, don't be silly Estrella. Of course you can. I have not seen you in so long, I'm glad you did. I'm getting a bit lonely up in that house," said Elizabeth, getting up off her seat to give Estrella a hug. "So, how are you? Are you well?"

"Tis I am, miss. How is young Will? You must be very exited to be having a grand weddin' an all. He's a fine man and of good wax, if I may say so. I'm so glad you picked 'im. You're a perfect couple, youz and 'im."

"Thank you" replied Elizabeth with a slight nod.

"Good afternoon Elizabeth," said the so familiar voice of Elizabeth's father, "My, you have turned into a beautiful lady."

Mr Swann turned and gave his daughter a kiss on both cheeks and on her forehead. He was, as always, in bold outfits, nothing different from what the Governor would wear. His socks were high, his shoes shined, and his wig groomed into perfect curls. He waved Estrella away to go back to her duties so he could speak with his daughter alone.

"Hello father," said Elizabeth "Why, you have looked as if you haven't aged a bit. Being the Governor of such a beautiful place, you haven't a wrinkle of trouble on your face. It's no surprise to look as fit as you do when you have not anything to worry about on Port Royal."

"Ah. If only I could say that was true. Have you read the papers? The blasted pirate [Jack] has caused Port Royal to sign treaties with savages. And Norrington has lost his head. Obsessed with finding that Sparrow. Power has gone to him and he wants Sparrow for himself. He wants it so much he agreed to help pirates for that Sparrow fellow. It's been a year! He might as well give up finding him," babbled Mr Swann, getting frustrated at Norrington's stupidity.

They both sat down together under the sun, having tea to drink and biscuits to eat.

"We know Jack, I mean, Sparrow, won't let us find him and if we did he'll manage to get away. Norrington can look forever but he won't find Sparrow. Pirate or not, he's good at avoiding Norrington. Where is he now?"

"Who? Norrington or that pirate?" questioned Mr. Swann

"Norrington"

"Ha! He's out to Tortuga with his men. Crazy. We all know that place is full of horrible scoundrels. He won't get very far at finding him there. Those men and women wouldn't tell him anything. He'll be coming back quicker then when he got there," chuckled Mr. Swann, finding it amusing of Norrington's most likely misfortune. "He's with that horrible lot. The pirates, I mean. They're probably going to leave him and his men stranded on an island. I don't know what to do. The committee wants Norrington gone. Our Port is open to thieves and pirates. Our military is at its weakest with Norrington having most of the lot."

"Father. Don't get yourself in such a strop. I'm sure no pirate would come here. We have good military, complete or not," reassured Elizabeth. She hugged her father and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

They sipped their tea and wandered inside the house, talking and laughing, until it got late and the moon shone bright. The maids were lighting oil lamps and drawing baths. The fire was alight and Elizabeth and her father were sitting beside the fire watching the dancing flames.

"I should leave now. It is starting to get too dark for a woman to wander the streets alone. Will should be home now, too," said Elizabeth, drawing the visit to its end.

"Shall I have one of the men escort you home?" said Mr Swann.

"No. A little walk from here to the house is not far. We are almost neighbours and we are not far enough for me to have an escort" she walked towards the front door, holding her father's hand before saying goodnight and goodbye.
Elizabeth, after leaving her father's home, walked under the stars to her own. Her hair was flickering the wind, and a breeze blew upon her face. It was a lot cooler outside than what it had been inside her father's house. She couldn't wait to get home and lay next to her own warm fire next to Will. She had walked through the gates and opened the front door of her house. It seemed warm and inviting.

"Will? Are you there?" called Elizabeth. She walked into the house following the warmth. She suddenly heard voices, and laughter. There were visitors. Will was home but not alone. He was talking to someone. Elizabeth, curious to know who was there, walked towards the den where the voices were. "Jack! You're here!"
To be continued....

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